Eros kisses Psyche

It's been a long, long time since I cried properly.

When something happened at home, they said, you have to be strong, you are a man, your father is gone, you need to stand up to this family.

So I held back my tears and didn't cry.

When there is no one around you, and when you can’t hold on, tell yourself, don’t cry, as soon as you cry, you lose all your energy, and you don’t have any strength.

So I withstood the pressure and didn't cry.

When you are treated like that, say to yourself, don’t cry, if you cry, you will lose, and you will be convinced that their actions really hurt you.

So I repaired my self-esteem and didn't cry.

The friend asked with concern, are you okay?He nodded, unable to bear to disappoint those worried smiles, so he didn't cry.

The teacher said to him, how can you give up on yourself?We will solve any difficulties.There was puzzlement and disappointment in that voice, he couldn't explain it, and there was no reason for the tears to fall.

Relatives prevaricate in various ways, let’s talk about you, the places we can help are very limited... Every family has its own problems.Besides, the root cause of this problem has not been clarified yet... He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, only caring about suppressing the thought of beating someone.

It's probably hard for anyone to believe that Xu Budie has never had a serious cry for a person who has undergone so many twists and turns.

He rumbled forward to today like a train that never stopped, without thinking about the option of stopping for a rest.To this day, Cheng Zhu insisted on holding him, pinching him, and forcing him to watch, but he still ran away timidly, but finally couldn't hold back the tears in his stomach anymore, and smashed down like beans. .

"Ohh Ohh ohh……"

Once he let go of crying, he didn't care about the shame anymore, and couldn't hold back his voice, so he simply sent all his anger to Cheng Zhu, and immediately his chest didn't feel tight, his throat didn't get choked up, and he cried while eating, crying so hard Full of spirit.

The country people can't let go of this kind of gossip, and they all gather around, no matter how close they are, they reach out to wipe his forehead for him, stroke his back, and hear him crying so hard, his eyes are swollen from crying, and they start to feel distressed : What a handsome boy, who made him suffer so much!If this is my son, I will never spare him!So everyone was filled with righteous indignation, their gossip skills were at full capacity, and they listened to his complaints.

"...I can't do anything! I can't cook food... I can't bring my children... Who cares about him except me? No one will know if he dies at home!"

"The sofa at home is covered with dust, and the child is still there! I don't want to sweep it... If you want to do it for him, you will scold me!..."

"I don't know how to take a bath without being urged... I don't want to go home when I'm busy... I'm ashamed of him if I care about him..."

"I always put that on my lips, who knows if I can't forget my ex..."

"I never begged him for anything! I begged him not to promise me a single thing! He even hit me!"

"I vomited, and he poured me a cup of hot water! He didn't even take a cloth to wipe my mouth! Is he planning to let me swallow it!"

"Wow-"

Xiao Xu was too wronged.

All the villagers looked at each other, without a few words, they had already pictured a shrew with a drag bottle in their minds, without any family life skills, but for some reason, they were taken by this naive young man, and they couldn't chase him blindly , people still miss their ex-husband in their hearts, so they were beaten out of the house and rejected cruelly.

Only Old Han, who was getting more and more wrong, was sitting on pins and needles, and Cheng Zhu in his mind became more and more indistinguishable...I wish I could plug my ears.

The crowd also persuaded: "What kind of person is this... who doesn't obey women's morals and doesn't have any rules! Give her the child, and it will be broken!"

Xiao Xu was actually quite satisfied, and said while wiping away tears, "That's it!"

"There are no fragrant grasses anywhere in the world, right? With your conditions, you can't find good ones anywhere. Why..."

"That's right, you're so young, you can't bring an oil bottle, you have to think about the future..."

"If you want to find a good one, I can introduce a good blind date..."

It’s okay if I don’t persuade, but I cried even more when I persuaded: "But what can I do... I just fell in love with him! He treats me like this, and I still like him. Am I sick?! I also think I'm sick!" What he had never said before could be easily uttered to complete strangers.

Someone knew Brother Han and asked, "Which daughter-in-law is that? It's so over the top. Seeing how pitiful it is for people, why don't you guys scare me and make people obediently obey me?"

Old Han's face was ashamed, and his three views were broken. He didn't know which old face to use to see Cheng Zhu next, and how to pretend nothing happened, so he could only mutter, "It's nothing to do, don't inquire about it."

Cheng Zhu naturally didn't know that his image had undergone a 180-degree change at the moment, and he had been reduced to a cold-blooded shrew with a drag bottle; he was concentrating on making sand molds, and using fine sand gypsum slurry to shape the shape , and then weld the round steel skeleton.In fact, this can be done in advance, but this is not because I originally wanted to surprise Xiao Xu... (although it failed), it will not be visible after being wrapped in a sand mold, so I want to let him see it before wrapping it.Besides, in addition to the two pieces that have already been divided into shapes, the whole piece needs to be cut apart. It is okay to carve other things. If it is in human form, it will be a bit like a dismemberment scene...

You say that Mr. Cheng is such a romantic person who can catch the sun, make a wish, and carve ice cream. Most people can't envy him; but his romance sometimes goes to the other extreme-that is, it is too much.If sculpting your appearance is considered the ultimate in romance, then I hope you will "cut the corpse" by yourself, "coat the pulp", weld the skeleton, brush white wax, burn it in the fire, smash the shell, and take the bright red copper water Watering...it can be called [-] kinds of tortures. If you can't do it, you can watch it, and then you can get a shiny 'you' yourself!

He really thinks this is quite romantic. It has the implication of breaking out of a cocoon and becoming a butterfly, and being refined into steel, which is in line with his view of the prototype; If there is only one person, it is natural that two people do it together, which is the most spiritual.

If you are an ordinary person, if you want Teacher Cheng to cast a statue for you and teach you how to open a kiln, the difficulty is similar to that of having a child with him.

The problem is, after this series of godly manipulations, it really looks like a passionate young woman who got her belly bigger and planned to surprise you, but in the end it scared people away.

Of course, it would be a lie to say that he was not disappointed, Cheng Zhu was still a little emotional.

Because what Xu Budie saw before was not the complete appearance of this work, and the sides were too wide, so he cut off the left and right sides of the head in advance to save some work, and now most of the rest of the whole is welded with anchors pieces, wrapped in mortar, with only one head sticking out.He himself carried the welding machine and the welding scissors, and pushed the goggles to the top of his hair, facing the face of the clay sculpture wrapped in layers of solid barbed wire, as if seeing his lover wrapped in thorns, So vivid, so clear, changing his usual expressive techniques, only the face is portrayed densely and nuanced.

Looking at this face, even if it was still a clay sculpture, there was an indescribable emotion flowing all over his body. At this time, the statue's head was slightly lowered and slightly raised, and even the shape of the slightly parted lips was the same as that of the person he loved.It made him fascinated for a moment, and he suddenly thought for no reason that the story of Pygmalion should have really happened.

Cheng Zhu didn't notice that when he was almost engrossed in staring at the statue until he got carried away, there was also someone leaning against the door, staring at him for a long time.

Xu Budie had cried enough, had enough food, pretended to be a child in front of all the simple folks and begged for comfort, and got on the bus with swollen eyes, Brother Han finally heaved a sigh of relief, and asked him: "Go to the station? "

Xiao Xu shook his head, and finally burst into tears.

"Let's go back."

Old Han was full of doubts... He couldn't understand the young man anymore, he had a fight on the bed in the morning, he cried in the street just now, and scolded Cheng Zhu bloody, now he's all right again, going back?What kind of fun is this?

But he sent Xiao Xu back to the kiln to take a look, and he understood everything, my darling, what is this, the Lord has not been here for a long time, you are so hungry and thirsty that you are about to attack the statue? !

With the filter added, Brother Han could no longer look directly at him. He made a quick decision and ran away by himself, and even called all the kiln workers who came to help to run away. He thought that Ding Chengzhu would definitely be too late today for the installation of the kiln. , this widow with the oil bottle is determined to remarry, the elm wood head has been cracked open by a lightning, and the hundred steel refiners have to be turned into soft fingers, and they can eat wedding candy tomorrow... Eh, this matter Do you have any candies?Is it too late to buy now?In short, he thoughtfully gave the staff a holiday, turned off the machine, and locked the door.

On the way, there were actually some good people sneaking up to take a few glances... But neither (three?) of the parties involved noticed.

Xu Budie saw Cheng Zhu carefully handling the statue on the workshop table under the morning light, welding the round steel and repairing the mold cavity. His movements were done in one go, and the light spots reflected on him, and half of them were reflected on the statue On the side of the face, a pool of golden ripples gathered in the eye sockets, as if to make it come alive, staring at each other's eyes and rubbing each other's eyes were full of affection.Xiao Xu had never seen that kind of focused, passionate, surging and turbulent hair growth in Cheng Zhu's eyes, and he couldn't help but feel jealous, but when he found that face was his, he felt absurdly satisfied and full, and then got nothing. the emptiness.

But that scene is beautiful...the statue is beautiful, the pious hands holding the statue's cheeks are beautiful, the sculptor's eyes that fell in love with it intently are beautiful, and the filamentary rays of light slanting towards the sun are beautiful, chaotic The shadows drawn from the orderly space are very beautiful, and a layer of fog and dust in the air is flying up and down. The only boundary between people and things is the heat brought out by breathing, like a rare famous painting.

If I were also an artist, I would also like to draw, engrave, and remember this scene... Xu Budie suddenly understood, and he suddenly no longer envied the statue's body trapped by the thorns and iron net-if it was me, I would I want people to know how my hands touched his body, how my eyes traced the outline of even a strand of his hair, how my movements burned his soul, how I stared, how I feared, how I worried about gains and losses Fearing that this turbulence will leave me, how can I have to scream out and use copper and iron to cast an immortal love song.

"Cheng Zhu!—"

He yelled suddenly, like a man stunned by a sculpture, turned his head and looked at him.The hand that was holding the sculpture shrank subconsciously, and was immediately opened a hole by the steel bars on the wire mesh.

Although a string of blood immediately gushed out from his finger, and even dripped onto the eye sockets and corners of the mouth of the clay sculpture, and was quietly swallowed by the gradually drying clay; Cheng Zhu's face suddenly raised as if he didn't feel any pain at all. A satisfied smile, as if all the miracles you wished for have come true: Is there anything more joyful than having the image you love appear alive in front of you the next moment?Pygmalion didn't have this kind of treatment either!

You see, his slender figure is standing at the door, with a fluffy golden border outlined by the reflected skylight outside.I can't see the expression on his face clearly from this angle, but the young chest was heaving violently, and hot white air was also exhaled from his mouth... Then the white air came over, sprayed into each other's nasal cavity, and passed into the other side. In an equally hot mouth.As long as you open your eyes, your eyes will be full; as long as you open your hands, your arms will be full. The warm body temperature and hot breath all prove that he is alive, hot, and exudes a seductive youthful atmosphere.

They made an appointment for the "Pygmalion" that they were looking forward to but missed, and it seemed that it was being staged again at this moment.